Dec 17, 2009

They say that every InuitKnows a thousand words for snowWhat we need in WashingtonIs forty-one for NO

NoNo!No more rhymeNo more meterNow I howl

I have seen the “best minds” of a generation destroyed by madnessWho passed through Universities hallucinatingWho threw potato salad at CCNY lecturersWho were expelled from the academies for publishing obscene odes

Who made it through all this and somehow got to Washington To Dream up Medicare for Juniors and Enron EconomicsNoWe can hand over our music to these men but not our soulsLet them have the newspapersWe will keep our radio and our freedoms

For a bunch who built their orthodox on choiceThey sure forgot that word when it comes to PacemakersHipsShouldersAnd eyelidsI may only have one kidney but its mineNoWe will not let them tax our wind orTell us where to put our thermostatsNoWe will not let these unshaven underwear shudderingPeyote politicians tell us how to liveOr when to die

They say that every InuitKnows a thousand words for snowWhat we need in WashingtonIs forty-one for NO